Riiiiiiight. I live in Vegas, although I'm really an east coast
girl at heart. None of this really means much in the grand scheme
of things except for the fact that I'm going to end up selling my
soul (or my body) to
the man to pay back my student loans. I'm also pretty bitchy, and I have undying
love for the Hokies
and the Red
Sox.

I find it amusing that no matter what my profile says about my
relationship status, it surprisingly has no affect on the plethora
of e-mails I get asking me to get funky with men who could
comfortably be mistaken for my father. Hey, don't get me wrong, I
do like older
men, much like a fine wine. Although really, I prefer
beer. And... I'm not
really sure how that works with the metaphor.

So, in sum... I'm hot.
And modest. And very smart. Did I mention modest? Also, I tend to
repeat myself.

Drinking, baking, traveling as much as my free time and bank
account allow me to. Coaching the future of roller derby.

In all seriousness (boo, I know), most of the year I'm working two
full time jobs, and I practice almost every day of the week. Free
time is hard to come by, so you should feel pretty darn special if
I spend what little I have of it with you. Because I mean, really,
c'mon, that's an honor.

(If you missed all the snark in that last paragraph, move on, pal.
We just aren't meant to be.)

I can be ridiculously shallow. If I had to choose between being
killed in a car wreck and being horribly disfigured in a car wreck,
I'd choose death. Hands down.

Also, funny story, there was this one time that I got seriously
drunk in a lesbian bar in Philly and fell off the stage after
singing karaoke ("Believe", by Cher, no less). Although... hmmm...
I guess that's not so private, what with all the people that
witnessed it...

You're wicked hot. You want to hang out with a cool chick
regardless of getting laid.

You aren't going to evaluate your self-worth on whether I respond
or not. If I don't respond, it doesn't always mean I wouldn't be
interested in you; I often get distract--oooooh shiny! What was I
saying?

Orrrrrr if you score high on my test. Which may or may not actually
exist anymore; thanks okcupid. More power to you if you can
actually find it.